The shape of the weapon was only marginally more advantageous than her hunting knife. However, it was a genuine Memory - and of the Ascended Rank, no less.
Even if Rain could not use any of the dagger's enchantments, its sharpness alone would be of great help.
Feeling tense and uneasy, she silently entered the ruins. A few moments later, her figure was swallowed by darkness.
Tamar was left sitting in the mud, gripping her bow tightly. The jacket Rani had lent her fell to the ground, but she could not even feel the cold. Looking down at the jacket, she noticed that it was lined with a fine alloy mesh - the stitching was very neat, but it had clearly been reinforced to become a makeshift piece of protective gear by hand.
She stared at the Jacket for a few moments, surprised, Tamar was no stranger to all kinds of armor- however, as a Legacy, she had always been meant to become an Awakened. So, the armor she was knowledgeable about was in the form of powerful Memories and defensive Aspect Abilities.
Such a minuscule, mundane method of protection as lining one's jacket with reinforced alloy would have never crossed her mind.
It was so strange.
Rani herself was strange.
She seemed... too calm, and too capable. Most of all, her mental fortitude was entirely out of place. By all accounts, she should have been terrified and on the verge of panicking. It was Tamar who was supposed to be the one to maintain her composure in any situation, as an Awakened warrior should.
And yet, why did it seem as if Rani was more prepared to face the horrors of the Dream Realm than she was?
As if, for her, all of it was just a normal Tuesday.
‘...Can she be a Valor spy?’
That would be reasonable. However... somehow, Tamar did not believe it.
She gritted her teeth and faced the ruins.
For a few minutes, there was only silence.
And then, the silence was torn apart by a chilling roar.
Deep within the ruins, a heavy object collided against the stones. She heard a faint sound of something sharp grinding against the ancient walls, One of them seemed to crumble with a loud crack.
Tamar raised her bow and prepared to draw the string.
A while later, a slender figure walked out of the darkness.
Rani's clothes were soaked with blood, but the blood was too dark to have come from a human. Her expression was nonchalant.
She was wiping the blade of the enchanted dagger on the sleeve of a black military bodysuit as she walked.
Approaching Tamar, the strange porter flashed her a smile.
"An Awakened Beast. We were lucky."
Tamar looked up, staring at the mundane girl silently.
...Is that what she calls lucky?'
An Awakened Beast was supposed to be a herald of death for a mundane human. Even the government soldiers used heavy suits of mechanised armor and powerful rifles to face one.
Soon, Rani dragged her into the ruins. Finally sheltered from rain, Tamar felt a little better.
They entered a spacious hall in the central structure of the ruin. It was dark inside, but that did not prevent her from seeing the body of a large beast laying on the stone floor. The lower part of its body was buried under rubble, and its throat was savagely slit, seeping with blood.
Sitting down on the floor, Rant leaned back tiredly.
After a few moments of silence, she suddenly smiled.
"Here's shelter. And look..."
She pointed at the dead abomination.
"There's food."
Her smile dimmed a little.
"Now, I just need to find water